Prompt from Michael JG Meathook: When a pantheon of gods unexpectedly appear out of myth and into reality with demands to be worshipped and treated as the rightful rulers of Britain, Sherlock becomes the leader of the rebellion against the gods.
okay then...
Ye Gods
Holmes sighed and double checked his detailed "streets of London" map,
And checked his pocket watch, his friend was late...a grave mishap?
He smiled as Watson dropped beside him, trapdoor overhead;
Since gods now ruled the country, they'd moved underground instead.
The stuff of myth and legend, they'd appeared three months ago,
And taken over London, such a dastardly bad show.
No wars, no deaths, no illnesses, they'd caused such things to cease;
Just endless, mindless worshipping, a hefty price for peace.
However, Holmes was not the type to cravenly give in;
He had a plan, a cunning plan, just waiting to begin.
From Mycroft's secret bunker, he had put his plan in place;
A last resort, the only chance, to save the human race.
He turned to Watson, caught his eye, the trap was laid and set;
"We'll show those ancient gods, dear chap, it isn't over yet!"
A ship had docked, quite stealthily; the cargo whisked away
And placed within the palace gates, with minimal delay.
The Yarders and Irregulars had played their vital part;
Now Holmes and Watson waited for the final phase to start.
Just silence...then a terrified, loud screaming reached their ears;
Holmes smiled, now sure of victory, an end to all their fears.
They left the secret bunker, headed out to view the scene;
A flag, a white flag, fluttered from the palace, bright and clean.
The gods, a quite dejected bunch, lined up in single file;
Apologised for taking over Britain for a while.
Every single one of them looked shaken, shocked and scared;
They'd seen a sight for which the world, till now, was not prepared...
The gods departed, chastened by the ease of their defeat,
And Holmes and Watson headed back, relieved, to Baker Street;
That night, the ship, Matilda Briggs, and cargo, left the port;
Returning to Sumatra to release what had been caught...
~0~
No gods attempted such a foolish enterprise again,
They'd learned the lesson Holmes had taught, the meaning clear and plain.
Though odds appear impossible, solutions still remain...
~0~